I blew on the Dandilion, my last and only one,
and I made a wish , so childlike,
I watched the seeds go floating away,
but now after so many years I'm still waiting,
for that wish I made one May.
Then one night after many years I woke from a dream,
dandilions floating on the breeze,
I remembered the wish I had made,
so young and just a little girl,
in the fields where I had once played.
I traveled back home such a long way,
fields full of a thousand dandilions not just one,
around the pond of little goldfish,
I sat and fondly remembered,
that what I had actually wished for was to have more than one wish.
